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Out of the mouths of babes – part 5

The Small Boy who is soon to be three has just learned about applying logic to situations and likes to get things straight in his head. Last night we were doing the big, bigger, biggest comparison thing and the conversation went thus:

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An Irish Blessing

May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand.